Yo-Yo of a Life
With one finger I hold my life
and through a very weak grip.
If it ever were to accidentally fall,
my world would be sheer havoc.
So long as the spinner
keeps falling so low
there will be surely be
new problems that show
But sooner or later
it'll spring back up;
destroying all my concerns.
But through all the pain and hassle,
there will be a lesson learned.
A tighter grip on the string
will allow better control.
So if it ever falls again,
I'll know exactly where it'll go.
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